"If You're a Cultivator, Descend a Hundred Levels..."
Chen Yiyun involuntarily took a step back, her gaze flickering nonstop.
It was as though some dreadful memory had surged into her mind.
"Why is this here?"
Xu Hao, who had always feared neither Heaven nor Earth, unexpectedly did not charge forward recklessly. Instead, he carefully circled the traps and examined them.
"This should be some scene from the Second Level? I've encountered it many times..."
Wang Tianjing closed his eyes and racked his brain, slowly recalling the scene from that level bit by bit.
"Oh? You all remember it quite clearly?"
Lu Ze raised his brows and immediately smiled.
It seemed he would not need to step in. They could safely get through it themselves.
The three spoke in unison. "What do you think!?"
"Our Cloud Immortal Palace is renowned for movement techniques. Ever since that Illusion Realm of yours became famous, this became a required course for us..."
Chen Yiyun covered her forehead, tears glimmering in her eyes.
"I heard from my senior brothers that the Spirit Cloud Sect's Illusion Realms were very interesting, so I wanted to try one... The first one I bought turned out to be 'If You're a Cultivator, Descend a Hundred Levels'..."
Xu Hao's fists trembled.
From that day onward, he had never touched the Illusion Tower again.
"Ah, I thought I could solve the problem by casting a divination before entering..."
Wang Tianjing sighed.
"Who would have thought that the divination would be filled with danger..."
After comparing notes, the three of them fixed incomparably resentful gazes on the culprit.
"What are you looking at me for? That Old Man Yang from the Azure Peak Sect was the one who told me to make it!"
Lu Ze answered righteously.
"Hmph. Still, at this moment,